Man oh man, she describes my closed down, fear ridden body so well.
Every command to be open and trusting intensifies the withdrawal...
"like a heart that has learned it is not safe to love."
Bingo, says my curled up heart.
It takes the quiet grace of softening...as the poet describes
so beautifully. The acknowledgement of the survival instinct
causing my heart to close up and coil around itself in defense...
accepting the reality of the circumstances
and offering rest and renewal as I gather my inner forces
to "remember the possibility of opening".
Namaste'
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